Gab
Gabby 5 My brother returned home one day with a car full of lumber. He took it into the garage where our dad’s machinery was and went to work. I was curious as to what he was doing, but remained in my room. Our parents had returned home for a while, so we hadn’t gotten to do much. He allowed some clothes back into my room so as not to arouse suspicion, but he chose what I wore every day. Usually it was a tank top, some deliciously short skirt and either a thong, or no underwear. But they’d left once more, and so here we were. They’d be gone for a while, so I handed over my clothes. I’d go naked unless ordered otherwise. We hadn’t gotten to do anything in a while. I …